Peter Botros
It has been a little over two years since MLS student Dan Wright passed away in a motorcycle accident whilst on a scenic cruise in the Dandenong Mountains. Dan was in his first year of law when inexplicable circumstances led to him coming off his motorcycle, and a lack of phone reception meant that help was unable to reach him in time. I was lucky enough to know Dan since 2008 and last week a couple of his friends and I made our annual homage to Warburton to visit the makeshift memorial site commemorating him.
It has been a little over two years since MLS student Dan Wright passed away in a motorcycle accident whilst on a scenic cruise in the Dandenong Mountains. Dan was in his first year of law when inexplicable circumstances led to him coming off his motorcycle, and a lack of phone reception meant that help was unable to reach him in time. I was lucky enough to know Dan since 2008 and last week a couple of his friends and I made our annual homage to Warburton to visit the makeshift memorial site commemorating him.
Dan’s passing was a shock to everyone who knew him, and a tragedy to those who loved him. Two years on, many of us are only now able to think of his memory with joy rather than sadness and despair. (If you can’t yet, don’t worry, time heals all wounds. Well, it will at least softens most wounds).
Dan was an exceptional person who loved life and made every day interesting. He was well travelled and it always amazed me how he could make a little go a long way. I once met him Prague when he was about to begin a six week winter trip across Eastern Europe. He had only a tiny handbag with him and insisted that there was nothing else he could need.
Along with being adventurous, Dan also had his strange quirks. One day he decided to shave horizontal stripes into his leg hair so that when we went to the beach people would think he was wearing socks from a distance.
Rest in peace Dan. You are missed.
Dan was an exceptional person who loved life and made every day interesting. He was well travelled and it always amazed me how he could make a little go a long way. I once met him Prague when he was about to begin a six week winter trip across Eastern Europe. He had only a tiny handbag with him and insisted that there was nothing else he could need.
Along with being adventurous, Dan also had his strange quirks. One day he decided to shave horizontal stripes into his leg hair so that when we went to the beach people would think he was wearing socks from a distance.
Rest in peace Dan. You are missed.
